There is a full-length portrait of a man on the gold paper. He has long and delicate eyebrows, not very handsome, but he looks very pleasing to the eye.
I don't know who painted the portrait. The brushwork is excellent. Even the unhappy expression on the man's face is clearly depicted. The details are so detailed that you can clearly count the man's eyebrows.
Qin Yang leaned over and picked up the piece of gold paper. The expression on his face changed, ranging from shock to anger to shock.
This is me, how can I dislike it?
He took the gold paper and turned it over several times. After discovering traces of Dao patterns and runes on the back, Qin Yang tentatively input a trace of true energy into the gold paper.
Suddenly, the gold paper was suspended in the air, and lines of spiritual light spurted out from the gold paper, intertwined into paintings on the gold paper, and in an instant, turned into three-dimensional phantoms, hanging on the gold paper.
Qin Yang on the paper stood there with a dark face and an unhappy look on his face, squinting downward from the corner of his eyes, his eyes filled with the complexity of having stepped on shit.
Looking at the clothes and the wooden hairpin on his head, Qin Yang looked complicated. Isn't this the way he looked when he was knocked off the cloud bed and stood beside the pit?
I don’t know who made the rubbings into paintings...
As the shadow rotated and floated, a line of words also appeared below the shadow.
"Anyone who can find this person or provide clues will be rewarded. If he is sent to any branch of Wanyong Company, he will be rewarded with a low-grade spiritual weapon."
The name signed below is clearly Wanyong Trading Co., Ltd.
Qin Yang's face turned dark. Was he wanted by Wanyong Company with a reward?
Could it be that someone took advantage of the chaos to kill Manager Qiu and someone saw it?
Wanyong Company is simply crazy. The manager of a branch in a small town was killed and even offered a reward for a spiritual weapon. Can he do whatever he wants with money?
A branch manager, to put it bluntly, is not worth the value of a spiritual weapon at all. And the profiteers of Wanyong Company have long been able to buy horse bones and win people's hearts for a long time. How can they be willing to pay such a high price?
Besides, just the gold paper in hand is already worth a lot. Any disciple of Demon Stone Holy Sect can have one in his hand. The number of gold paper leaflets scattered cannot be a decimal. The total value of these gold paper leaflets may be uncertain.
It is no less valuable than a low-grade spiritual weapon.
I am afraid that many of the great monks from the Divine Sea outside will be interested in this bounty. As long as the Sanyuan monks under the Divine Sea know about this matter, they will most likely remember it in their hearts.
If I appear outside...
Just thinking about this scene, Qin Yang couldn't help but tremble and shouted in his heart, "Fuck."
Silently put away the bounty paper, and then put away the things scattered on the ground.
A magic weapon, shaped like a turtle shell. After a little examination, I found that this is not an ordinary protective magic weapon. It can also be carried on the body. As the true energy pours in, the weight will become heavier and heavier, which is torturing the body.
The magic weapon used.
The elixirs contained in the porcelain bottles are all Turtle Deer Pills that greatly replenish qi and blood. They are the most commonly used elixirs for foundation-building body cultivation. One is to assist in cultivation, and the other is to replenish qi and blood and assist in healing injuries.
The remaining talismans and seals were all miscellaneous, and Qin Yang looked down upon them at all.
The remaining sets of clothes are just the standard gowns worn by inner disciples of the Holy Demonic Stone Sect. They have built-in dust-repelling restrictions and their defense power is negligible. They can at most block ordinary weapons and sharp edges.
After rummaging around for a while, he found the fragments of the broken storage bag. Qin Yang immediately understood that the person's storage bag was probably torn apart by an external force, and the contents inside would have fallen to the ground.
Looking at the corpse of this disciple again, Qin Yang frowned a little. The man's limbs were not very thick, but his skin had a metallic sheen. Looking along the hole in his chest, he saw a trace of bronze among his silvery bones.
.
This is a physical practice that swallows the energy of metal and supplements it with body refining. The physical body is the hardest, but it dies miserably at this moment. It seems that there is no resistance, but something unknown pierces the chest and dies.
Even more so with endless fear.
More like...
He was so frightened that he killed him at the neck.
Qin Yang didn't think too much, he already realized that there was great danger here.
He stretched out his hand to use the skill and pulled out a skill book and a token magic weapon. Before he could take a closer look, a scream suddenly broke out deep in the jungle, and then within a moment, someone strangled his neck and screamed.
Stopped abruptly.
Qin Yang casually slapped the skill book on his forehead, put the token magic weapon into his storage bag, turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.
He restrained his breath and relied solely on his body strength to run endlessly, but there was a faint sweat on his forehead.
A vague and strange aura filled the air, as if a great terror was coming...
There were many insects, insects, birds and beasts in this dense forest, but at this moment, no sound could be heard. The birds that could be seen occasionally along the way all landed on the branches, facing the trunk, with their heads buried in their chests, shivering.
A giant python that was ten feet long was right in front of his lair, but he didn't dare to get in. He only dared to turn his belly and coil himself into a snake formation to pretend to be dead...
After walking for a while, I saw another black ape that was ten feet tall. Its fur and roots were like steel thorns. Its demonic aura was surging, and its vitality and blood were strong. It was comparable to a monk who had completed the foundation building. At this moment, it was also holding its head, lying on the ground, shivering.
Even as if he was afraid of whining, he covered his mouth with one paw...
Qin Yang ran past it, but the black ape didn't even raise his eyelids...
The terrifying sense of crisis made Qin Yang's back tingle, and the back of his head felt cold. While running, his body slowly became stiff due to instinctive fear, as if a real predator was coming. He could only be like Lin.
They are like birds and beasts, they just stay where they are and kill them by grabbing their necks.
"ah……"
Another scream rang out in the air. Qin Yang froze and leaned against the trunk of a giant tree. He held his breath and did not dare to make any move.
Sword lights flew from afar in mid-air. The monks flying with their swords had panic-stricken faces, trembling eyes, and turbulent spiritual energy all over their bodies. They were obviously trying their best to activate the flying swords.
After a few people flew away, they saw a red gourd as tall as one person behind them, with a monk with disheveled hair lying on it.
"Senior brother, wait for me, don't leave me..."
The man screamed in terror, his voice became toneless, like a duck being strangled by the neck, wailing on the verge of death.
next moment……
Hong Gourd suddenly paused. The monk's eyes bulged out, his body froze, and the fear on his face froze. Only a strange low growl came from his throat that sounded like struggle and despair.
In the sky behind, an old man with a stooped body, wearing a black robe, with sunken eye sockets and an expressionless face, flew through the void, step by step, as if he was pacing, coming through the air.
The old man walked to the red gourd and whispered in a low voice, his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows: "Do you know who I am?"
"I...I...don't know..." The monk lying on the red gourd was so frightened that he almost peeed and read out a few words with difficulty.
The old man shook his head, stretched out his dry claws, and slowly stabbed the opponent's chest. However, the monk seemed unable to move or speak. He could only stare at the old man's claws with wide eyes.
, just insert it little by little.
"Click... click..."
The flesh and blood burst apart bit by bit, and the bones shattered inch by inch, until the claws completely penetrated the monk's chest, and the monk's torso quickly withered, and the old man withdrew his claws.
The whole process takes a dozen breaths!
But the monk could only watch helplessly, unable to move a finger.
This kind of fear is indescribable. Until death, his eyes were wide open and his face was frozen with fear.
"You don't even know who I am, so what's the use of you?" The old man shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked away.
After the old man disappeared and Qin Yang, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, his eyes trembled slightly, his clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat, his limbs were cold, and his face was bloodless.
This old man was too strong. It was a life-level crushing, an all-round crushing from his bloodline and his soul, which made his bone marrow tremble.
There was no huge sound, nor was there any divine light. It was just a vague aura that almost scared him to the point of peeing.
The monk who died tragically was so frightened that he was killed by his neck. The fear of death could not overcome the fear of the old man.
Qin Yang was able to keep his breath, hold his breath, control his vitality and pretend to be dead without leaking any flaws. He had already tried his best.